I love my Plants

I Love My Plants

Linda loved her plants. She also loved talking to them and reading from her favorite novels. She selected four from a bookcase and placed them on a coffee table.

"Now my darlings," She said addressing three tall plants, "I'm sure you will enjoy these, my husband, Don liked me to read to him, well at least I am sure he did when he was here. I was saying to Carol the other day as to how he used to curse his luck when he was called to a meeting, or a friend phoned with a family crisis on my book reading nights. He offered to put them off but I told him he had to go, the reading could be done another night. He wasn't at home much you know. Although he did seem to spend a lot of his time in the bar down the street, or on the golf course. I don't know where he is now, just never came home one night, not heard from him since, but you'll always be here won't you? I mean, it's not as if you can walk is it, ha, ha, Now my lovelies, which book would you like? We have Gone With The Wind, Wuthering Heights or Jane Eyre, have we had that one? Never mind I'm sure you would love hearing it again. Now there is also this one I've not read to you before, War and Peace, that will keep us going for a few nights. I'll tell you what darlings, I'll just go and make a coffee and when I come back, you can tell me which one you'd like me to read to you."

Linda got up out of her chair and went into the kitchen.
A few minutes later she returned with a mug of coffee and a plate of biscuits.As she entered the room, she once again addressed her plants.

"Now my darlings.... my lovelies?" She stopped and dropped the coffee and biscuits.
What faced her was an open door and a trail of leaves.